A Confessional. | Poems that Suck

 Remember that time,
 about 15 years ago,
 when we were driving 
 down some Texan 

 It started with you
 wriggling against the seat
 but soon turned into 
 a desperate scratching.

 "What the hell is wrong with you?"
 I shouted,
 "Fucking itching won't go away!"
 It took some moments, 
 but then I remembered.

 Two days before,
 when we were in the shower,
 I shaved your ass-cheeks
 while you washed your face.

 15 years later,
 and I'm still laughing. 

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